About the Loon

Tuesday, 11 August 2015

TGO CHALLENGE 2015 THE SECOND FEW DAYS (DAY 3, 4 & 5)

After two nice days the weather had changed big style, it had rained all night and was teaming down as we set off, some of the showers were pure monsoonesq.

Day 3s plan was simple in principle, a wander along to Kinlochleven, have a late breakfast, climb up to the Blackwater Dam and head around to loch Treig for the night, simple...

Anyway

Day 3 Caolasnacon to Loch Treig, 15/16 odd miles Blackwater dam about 10 miles eventually...

Walking along the road to Kinlochleven the aforementioned monsoonesq rain was hammering down, its a fairly easy if not ideal wander along the road, which was a lot busier than I expected for an early Sunday morning

A quick stop in the spar replenished the essential supplies, then it was onto more pressing matters with Breakfast being next on the agenda, the Ice Factory duly provided, coffee, bacon rolls and 45 minutes out of the rain which boosted the morale o meter, Susan even managed to get a new pair of socks in the well stocked shop.

All good things must end though and off we went. On the 500 meters or so that we had to walk on the WHW, we must have passed 15/20 hikers going the other way, it confirmed my desire to never set foot on the full WHW route, it was like being on the M25.

There is a roe deers erse in there somewhere?

One of those nasty, nasty stoney paths that double as highland burns

We should have realised about now, what was to come later, this normal "step across" burn was a raging torrent, we used the trees to clamber across, which was handy, you might be able to make out the Red deer hind thats jammed under the logs, it was absolutely reekin.

And now a highland burn that sometimes doubles as a path, I think

What? Me? Where? When? "Oh the top, thank @#$#"

We stopped at the dam for a snack, big mistake in hindsight. 500 meters further on from the dam we hit a wee snag, we had seen a couple ahead of us crossing the dam and could see them disappearing into the distance in front of us, if we had kept going we might have crossed the burn as well, maybe not, the pictures don't do it justice, it was pretty mental.
Suz really wasnt happy about attempting it and I was pretty wary, I gave it a go, got halfway and utterly soaked, after walking up and down for 30 odd minutes we made the decision to go back to the dam, believing in my heart that it was all over, we were scunnered.

Its a lot wider than the picture suggests, unfortunately.

We tramped back to the dam, found the only bit of tent sized dry ground and pitched for the night, I thought we would probably be heading back down to Kinlochleven in the morning, so i wasn't really a bundle of joy.

We woke early (probably due to being in bed before the 6 o'clock news) and the rain was now an intermittent drizzle, the inflow to the dam had just about dried up, where as last night it was like the river Dee. Highland burns can go up and down quicker than a W#$#@e knickers, so a wee bit of faint hope appeared as we got a brew on and put the dhobi out to dry...

The same burn the day after, happy days, didn't even get wet feet crossing, what a difference 12 odd hours make.

And another burn, turns out there's a fair few of them on this route

And another, the rain had been back on for a couple of hours and they were all rising pretty rapidly again, nothing so far to compare to last night though.

two years on the trot, these bastards have ripped up the path I've been following, it's hard enough going as it was, without the added churned up ground

A wee break in the weather after Loch Chiarain, nearly even a hood down moment, maybe tomorrow.

A few more rivers, one rather challenging and we finally arrived at Loch Treig, just as the rain came back on with a vengeance, just as well really, dry is weak....

The (very loose) plan was to try and go as far as possible today and hopefully make up a bit of time that we had lost yesterday, Loch Treig was meant to be last nights bivi spot, at this stage we were 3/4s of a day behind, in the long run no big deal, but we had accommodation booked in Dalwhinnie tomorrow night. The perils of pre booking i suppose.

Time was wasted discussing the strange looking blue thing

It was a bit of a tired slog from Treig to Ossian and we decided to just find a decent pitch somewhere along side the loch and call it a day, we checked a few out as we walked, but a lot of the decent ones were saturated, eventually we found a cracking one, further on than hoped, but such is life, we had probably regained a few miles, although tomorrow would still be a decent length.

The decent pitch at the NE end of Ossian, during the last two days we had seen loads of dead red deer, there was another two here, either side of the burn mouth. Another one further up beside the track behind us, three outside the bothy at Loch Chiarain and a couple on the track up to blackwater dam, starvation? Pneumonia? Boredom?

It had been a long hard day, only 14 odd miles, but the ground conditions and constant river crossings had ensured a day of slow progress. We should have been 10 miles further on at Culra lodge, tomorrow would be fun. Especially now that Susan had huge blisters under both big toe nails, ouch.

It was raining again. We passed the lodge and headed up into the Glen. The first mile or two today was on a new track put in specially for the new hydro scheme, handy for us, but ugly as sin. Again the rivers were running very high and I didn't have the heart to tell Suz that we would eventually need to cross the one we were following.

The path after the new dam was pretty random, sometimes there, sometimes washed away, sometimes flooded, sometimes dry, thats a lie actually, it was never dry.

Not long in and the first crossing of the day, a fine feet dry one to kick us off, the new hydro dam in the background.

Looking back down to loch Ossian, the path is still fairly well defined here

But soon enough the soggy stuff kicks in, its the first time ive been up through here, and I can imagine in the dry it must be a fantastic walk

After getting across the Uisge Labhair, a fun experience and climbing up through the peat hags we joined with the good path that goes around Ben Alder.

A wee blockage that required a 50 yard detour to get around

Playing it safe and going around rather than over.

Here, what happened to "slow and steady", Suz powering ahead, I think we had just been passed by a challenger on speed, the first person we had seen in nearly three days.

Jesus, where did the hill go, We came over the Belach Dubh and straight into the cloud, a crazy wind and a huge snow field all combined to give a very surreal effect. With no path we tried to keep high and follow some other footsteps, hoping our anonymous pathfinder had walked over the hill and not straight off it.

It worked out fine and we soon recovered the path, and came out below the cloud,

Just below the snow field we bumped into about 8 lads carrying bikes, its good to know that there are other manics out and about in the back of beyond.

A lot of snow and water over here to

Looking back to Ben Alder and the way we've just come. The path on this side is in a great condition, it seemed very well maintained, the rain going off and the very gradual decent made for an enjoyable few miles

A hood down and blue sky rest stop, thats progress. Unfortunately we had covered about 10 miles so far and were sitting beside Culra lodge, we should have been here last night, still 10 miles to go then.

After stuffing a few bags of haribo cola bottles in we were off again on the second half of the days travels. Easy going on good ground, but we were tiring by the mile, the views were 360 stunning

Arriving at Ben Alder lodge on loch Ericht felt like another milestone ticked off, just follow the loch and we would be in Dalwhinnie before you know it,

If only, in reality its a long long drag down the loch side, Suz was completely puggled and I wasnt to far behind, the lack of training, helish blisters and ground covered had taken a big toll, if I'd been suffering like that I would have phoned a taxi. Thankfully shes tougher than me and kept the slow and steady mantra going until we eventually collapsed in the door of the Dalwhinnie bunkhouse.

My what a saviour that place is, instantly getting us sorted for food (that would revive the dead), drink and our room, honestly they couldn't do enough to get us revived and squared away.

4 comments:

Well done - truly heroic. After the first days of sunshine and joy, days 3 and 4 were sheer hell and anyone that persistent beyond deserves a medal( or a teeshirt) , Lovely write up Thanks. Brings it all back.

I would love to meet one of those trials bikers in the middle of sod-all. The entire area around Ft William is trashed every year immediately prior to the Challenge; I don't go that way anymore. They get funding from the Scottish Government to do this.I love your write-ups; thy capture the moods so well! How Suz managed that mind-numbingly awful road along the loch with those blisters I do not know - she's made of better stuff then I.:-)